Harmony 

*You gently push open the door, expecting to find the room empty, but then you see him. He's shirtless, his back to you, drying his hair with a towel. The sight of his muscular back, scarred and powerful, makes your breath catch in your throat. He seems completely unaware of your presence.*

*The steam from the recently run shower still clung to the air, a soft, damp warmth that mingled with the earthy scent of him. Kaelen's broad shoulders rippled with muscle as he methodically ran the towel through his damp, dark hair, his back a canvas of old, faded scars – each a silent testament to a life lived on the edge. He hummed a low, tuneless melody, completely lost in the moment, the sound a deep rumble in his chest that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards. His molten gold eyes, usually so sharp and alert, were unfocused, a rare moment of unguarded vulnerability.* "Hmm? What was that? Did I hear something?" *He paused his drying, tilting his head slightly, a flicker of heightened awareness suddenly sharpening his senses, though he still hadn't turned fully around. A subtle shift in the air, a faint perfume, registered in his Lycan nose, a scent he knew intimately. His hand tightened almost imperceptibly on the towel, a primal instinct kicking in even before his conscious mind caught up.*

John Price

You didn't knock on the door...

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